Drinking with My Headphones On

You should really hang it up, but you're just too proud

The beat's too low, and the vocal's too loud

Even in the booth, you've been havin' little doubts

You put headphones on and drink 'til you pass out

Praying for a drought help you shake your dark cloud

Inspiration don't come cheap these days

So I go the opposite direction, tryin' to keep this faith

No religion, but hip hop has given the opportunity

To put a hundred percent into something that is true to me

And usually my muses show up so I start sippin'

Allow me to gas myself, so I stop trippin'

And overthinking and analyzing everything I do

So I can find out what life looks easier for you

How the hell did I develop all of this social anxiety?

And fuck a Zoloft! I roll off and get high

With these bottles and beers, trying to forget those years

I don't need a script doctor, but let's just say cheers

And tip that, say sip, sip sippin' on the jazzers

And when your people join you, then you know it's going to be magic

But when you're on a vision quest, they say that it's a hazard

But trust me, I would never let it turn to something tragic

There's been too many kids lost in my hometown

Must be something in the water shed, 'cause I know now

Suicidal teens ain't born, they're bred

So give them something to hope for instead of pullin' the thread

Unravellin' all of their dreams at the seams

I believe in doing for self, but it's nice having a team

That's why I self-medicate just to help meditate

Introspection is arrestin' when you can't catch a break

The hands go up, but they always come down

That's the sad truth when you're living for the crowd

The show's been over, but you still wanna bow

You should really hang it up, but you're just too proud

The beat's too low, and the vocal's too loud

Even in the booth, you've been havin' little doubts

You put headphones on and drink 'til you pass out

Praying for a drought help you shake your dark cloud

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

The 16s we rip 'em, the pen's scribbles explicit

Mic booth is a closet until the studio's finished

Guaranteed that when we get legit, I'm going to miss it

But until then, we circle the rag and stay on the mission

A hotbed of ideas, our pens are best friends

I've driven through carpal tunnel, that's hell but the road ends

We're blazing our own path, we work as our own staff

No paychecks get cut, but fuck we'll get past

I stay sipping the bourbon and even though it's a weakness

I need it to find the freedom to make real what I keep dreamin'

I mean it, I promise I can surely keep my seams sewn up

As long as I only have to pretend to be a grown up

These headphones are worn, the paint's starting to fade

High's starting to clip, lows starting to wane

But no need to worry, the music's gonna get made

And even when we pass out, wake up to a new day, like